Photographer’s Note: Today, I did it like Mark Twain: “Climbing the Rigi”. Unlike the great author, I enjoyed perfect whether and blue sky high ABOVE, the endless sea of thick grey fog!
Whilst climing the ramps of Mt Rigi in 1878, Mark Twain on the other hand, suddenly found himself straying IN thick fog. Its very entertaining to read that he completely lost his way and couldn’t make it safe to the Hotel on top of the mountain. Finally, he decided to camp in the shelter of a vertical rock face, wrapped in nothing but his coat. He woke up with first rays of sunshine, gazing into one of the most beautiful sunrises he ever saw - only to find out that “the rock face” he was leaning against was nothing else than the wall of the long searched Hotel Rigi …
Btw: you can find Twain’s adventure of climbing Mt Rigi in his little booklet with the same title “Climbing the Rigi”).
February 2006
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Sat 18 Feb 2006
Fri 17 Feb 2006
A friend, Ali Khurshid, who’s in his first year of Architecture at Indus Valleywrites:
“…architecture is torture. but i love it. it’s like a woman you lust for, and never really come close to.
it’s war, but i know i will make it.”
Lols. He really beats me at making strange and hilarious analogies.
Wed 15 Feb 2006
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